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Rohir

Oaths Sworn at Eorl's Hallow

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A poem recited by Wrecca son of Wíglac soon after swearing his loyalty to the Oathsworn.

 

OATHS SWORN AT EORL'S HALLOW

The Last Housecarl

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A song of Aldburg lamenting the death of Éomund, originating in the months following his burial.

 

Reading with a Rohir

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Screenshot: General screen

When there was a knock at Mornenion's door, he was surprised. No one knew that he'd purchased the little hidden away house by the ruin in Hamglen. Plus, who would want to talk to him?

A Portrait of Gaeded

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Artwork: Painting

A head portrait of Gaeded.

Source: 
A joint work by Athlenah (pencil drawing) and myself (digital painting).

Arenborn and Inayat

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Artwork: Painting

Arenborn and Inayat armoured and ready to fight.

Drawn by the amazingly talented Arindiis

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A Scop's Unworthiness

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry


Y by Zdzisław Beksiński

 

A SCOP'S UNWORTHINESS

A Husband's Price

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Five gold coins was the price of my husband. Five gold coins for the slaying of Osgar son of Hincmar, a well-respected man in Aldburg. Five gold coins for a strong youth killing his weakened elder. Five gold coins for my beloved’s blood spilling out of his body. Five gold coins for the man I loved most to die in the darkest of nights, sputtering and gasping for breath. Five gold coins is a paltry sum. What fee can buy a husband’s love? A father’s care? A freeman’s fealty? That was no worthy trade.

A Song for Audelwyn: A Bowman's Farewell

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

The last words of Eorland the Bowman, sung to Audelwyn of Harwick in the alliterative style traditional to the Rohirrim. Along with his parting words, he leaves her the worldly possessions not buried with him, including his horse, hauberk, horn, and cloak.

Brother, O' Foolish Brother

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

It was dusk and Meadowyn could not find her red cloak that she enjoyed to gaze upon. Though it were an insignificant decoration she thought it to be something special, as it was a bit of her home and she grew to treasure such things more as the days passed. She grew frustrated and sought throughout the house to no avail, she doubted that she could have lost it, for she seldom wore it. Then a thought came to her mind. 

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